As I Cry on My Bed

As I cry on my bed And I think of what happened today My sister feels she is dead She says it’s because of me, and I said no way

She told me that I hated her and that’s why she feels the need To express her self in such and horrible way She sits in her room and makes herself bleed To make up for her dreadful day

I think to my self, I am not that hard on her, am I? I am a good big sister I wonder why as I lay there and cry I think of her and how she must feel, how she must be one big twister

I don’t know what to do I can’t talk to her, I can’t look at her Everyday I feel really blue She is now just a big blur

My mom says, I need to tell her how I feel That I can’t keep all of my feelings bottled up like this What happened is a very big deal And I need to go give her a giant kiss

I don’t want to talk to her, but my mom makes me We sit in our living room, but yet no words are spoken I say in my head, ready, one, two, and three And burst out crying and told her how she broke my heart

She tells me why as we both cry I tell her I am sorry and she says the same Now our eyes can rest and dry We both agree that playing with razors is not a game

So if you think, in someone’s eyes, you might not exist Talk to them and see how they feel Because the wrong way to go, is to cut your wrists And that is no way to heal

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